Love Is A Stranger Book Novels & Stories

But since he never appeared again afterward, I had nearly forgotten about him. So they had a past. And suddenly, I remembered the pain and sorrow on Cynthia's face on our wedding night. I had thought she was just unwell from drinking too much. Turns out, she simply couldn't forget her old lover. "Speak!" The humiliation of being played for a fool crashed over me, and I roared at her. She wrenched her arm free. "Why are you yelling at me? I came with my parents to visit Bobby. He bought a place in this neighborhood.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

Is money so powerful that love couldn't survive there? His decision made her feel too numb that now she's questioning herself if he ever loved her? And now she feels the answer is 'No'. He never loved me. He just lies to me all the time. Or how he could sell his lover? How could he let me have some random stranger and also force me to marry him (The Stranger)? The morning shift to afternoon, the evening turned into night. But her tears never stopped running through her cheeks. Suddenly, her room door opened while Erma and Dale came to watch her.

"Pffft—yes, ma’am!" "Good. You’re no longer strangers to us," she said with a satisfied nod. "Anyway, I am—" "Hey, ma’am. Seems like you forgot something." A cold, stern voice suddenly cut her off, interrupting whatever Christy was about to say next. "Didn’t I tell the two of you not to talk to strangers so easily?”

“Miss, miss, are you okay?” Only then did Leah notice the stranger standing in front of her. He was a tall and slender man with a very profound facial structure, dressed in a blue-grey tailored suit. She stared at him weakly, but as much as she wanted to take in his features, she couldn’t. Her broken heart would not allow her to absorb the details of this kind stranger. Despair was plastered all over her face and she couldn’t find herself telling her unfathomable truth to the kind stranger; however, she removed the despair from her face and replaced it with a blank expression. In a hoarse voice, she responded weakly.

Lois stared at the man standing before her. Rain dripped from her hair, and her clothes were completely soaked. The paper bag containing the books had survived only because she had instinctively shielded it with her body. The stranger's expression remained unreadable. "I'm sorry," he said. His voice was deep and calm, but somehow distant. Lois blinked in surprise. She had expected arrogance. She had expected excuses. Instead, she got an apology. "It's okay," she replied softly. "At least the books survived."

Ivanna Pov's . It's easy to say I want to die but today I realised how difficult it is to face death. I would have lost my life if my lunatic stranger wouldn't have stopped me and if that thief hadn't stolen my car. Tears rolled from my eyes. "Relax… Everything is fine." My stranger coed me. I look at him, only to find his eyes on me. He was staring at me with love filled his eyes. This mysterious man saved my life twice. He lovingly wiped my tears.

Alas gasped and tried to push her away, but she pulled him right back. She kissed him deeply, tenderly, and with such longing — every touch spoke of love and a desperate need to be close. His knees felt weak, and he could not understand what was happening to him. A string of curses raced through his mind. He had been around many drunk women before, and some had even kissed him, yet never once had his body reacted this way. Why was it so different with this stranger he had never met before?

The rest of the night was a blur. Her leading me up to my room. Unlocking the door and pushing me in. Me stumbling to my bed, my breath racing, heart pumping. Needy and desperate for someone's touch. For a release. Finding a man in my bed. Kissing him. Having sex with him. Oh God. I swallowed as the memory came slamming back to me and I sat up quickly, finding my clothes and putting them back on. I found my purse sitting on the bedside table and feeling horrible for basically assaulting a stranger last night, I left some cash on the table for him as compensation.

He didn't expect that the girl liked him so quickly, even though they met not long ago. That's right, even with strangers anyone can fall in love. For example Eros with Alea, his wife had stolen Eros' heart since their first meeting. Laura had stepped out of her room with the bag that the girl had deliberately kept on the sofa in her room. Eros immediately felt guilty for treating Laura that badly, he understood that the girl couldn't control where her heart should fall. When he was about to step up to chase Laura, his eyes fell on the girl's bag.